I Remember..1 Poem by Indira Renganathan

1 The Thieves' Lane

Edged with a line of houses
Erected gigantically on both sides
A lane with a rice-mill's running music
Smelling ricey all days so enthusiastic..

Sometime later a different smell crept in
As the mill accepted spices in
And that great lane smelt so spicy
With more people, the lane more messy

That messy lane then opened its way
Welcoming thieves to steal away
Everything from the houses day and night
All possible ways with their might

Very often thieves did not only steal
Dirtied the lane answering nature's call
And spicy mill could no more help
The lane smelling the other way up

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2In My Vista

The viridity of the flooded paddy
Kisses the rustling line of my saree
Asking me to sing, sing

Ah, i enjoy the green dance
Each blade, a dancing grass
Makes me sure to sing, sing

Gushes out in the highest octave
My happiness in the loudest volume
Up to the sky I sing, sing

I'm juvenile.My youth bubbles
To the dancing greenness in accordance
I sing pursuing myself to sing, sing

The paddy pats my cheek so fondly
I cuddle chestful of the grass so lovingly
Only to this emerald i ever sing, sing